JR : Writing

Excavation

Excavation

A Poem by JR


Like death flesh laid like dust until touch like brush against almost dead skin like a brush like the blush red re..
Beautiful

Beautiful

A Poem by JR


She was gray like her eyes like that one night likea dove she wasgrayand she slipped in and out like breath she was gray she is Beautiful in my ..
Six Sixteen Twenty

Six Sixteen Twenty

A Poem by JR


The virus hangs like fog off that Salt Sea and they ride the spike like they ride that yellow dash, crossing it over and over they laugh they..
Soaked

Soaked

A Poem by JR


This world a maelstrom, this world the wind that blows or rain that falls from a sky heavy with disapproval to puddle at ..
These Old Flowers

These Old Flowers

A Poem by JR


What is want but a bone of contention, what is lust but the salt of the sea what is this lonely connection between the thud of de..
Base

Base

A Poem by JR


Like any ghost once this owned bones, it drank it laughed, it danced, sang and moaned like all things it grew weary of its body, li..
Small

Small

A Poem by JR


I feel small now where yesterday I felt I walked much taller, cast a much wider shadow but today, today I realize I’m small ..
Dirt and Skin

Dirt and Skin

A Poem by JR


For EEC, forever may he sleepWo man she wor ks her way in get s under your sk in like Cum ings implied spi ed at your word s like..
Jim

Jim

A Poem by JR


Jim I once so badly wanted to be you I wore your clothes and I tried to throat your rasp and couldn’t ever quite make it the same, you,..
Papa

Papa

A Poem by JR


The last time I remember being with him while he was in his right mind we were driving his beat pickup into town for supplies and he still cal..